I was pumped for Barcelona, after so many people telling me that I would just love it there! I gave myself more time to stay there than in the other cities. I booked a train to Barcelona, which took some time. I wasn't able to find a decent host on Couchsurfing, so I decided to just book a hostel in a smaller, all female room.
Arriving at the train station, Sants, I was so confused. That's because they had the long distance train, the regional train and the metro going through there. That's good and dandy, but at the same time the signage there didn't make things obvious. There was lots of figuring out to do. I knew that I was supposed to take a train a couple of stops, and I knew my destination station, so I waited in a line to talk to the one lady at the information desk that was open. Good. Which train am I actually catching? With no map, I wasn't sure. Called the hostel, and got no answer. Then I had to buy the ticket. A bunch of different looking machines. Which one do I use? Finally got my ticket. I go to the right platform, but they had a few different trains running through there. Had to ask again. The first two trains weren't right, but the third one was. The lady told me it was my train. Good.
I get to the hostel, ready to check in. This hostel was called Urbany Hostel on a street called Mediana. I added one night, then with the city's tourist tax and the hostel's key deposit, my bill was over 100 euros. So, I pulled out my lucky 200 Euro bill I got from the exchange house in Seoul. The guy at the counter looks at me like I'm crazy, then tells me that they don't accept 200 Euro bills. They asked me to pay by credit card, and I declined, knowing that my U.S. Bank charges very high fees when using their card overseas. My Korean bank card was for withdraws only, and they cost money too of course. I wanted to be careful. I wanted to use that precious 200 Euro bill I had. Can't go to waste, can it? I asked to go to the bank later to exchange it for smaller bills, which should be free. They said okay.
Why am I telling this in detail? You'll see later.
The next day, which was a Sunday, I wasn't sure what to do, so I check out the internet to see if there were any events going on. A guy said that he was going to the beach, so we chatted and I decided to join. When I got there, he was nowhere to be found! Alrighty then. So, Sunday was my peaceful day at the beach in the blazing hot sun. I got a nice tan out of the deal.
The beach I went to was La Barceloneta. It was a decent, city beach, but more crowded and had ,ore floating stuff in the water than the beaches in Basque Country. It has its own metro station, which is a few blocks away if you walk out of the station entrance and turn right (Probably following a huge crowd of people).
After my time at the beach, I went to a Couchsurfing event which was a meet and greet and language exchange. There were a few strange people there, but there were some cool people there too. I met a guy chit chatting who turned out to be from Barcelona. When I told him I was hungry, he whisked me out and we went to a tapas place. The tapas were great! We discussed some topics, sipped on some wine, then it was time to go. He insisted on paying, which raised a small red flag. I suggested we go back to the event. He whisked me out again to go to the beach in the evening.
|The outing that felt like a date|
The day felt long, not to mention, a local man twice my age whispered that I should go out with him. I was definitely done for the day! Thank God that getting to the hostel was easy enough. When I got back to Urbany hostel, the same man from the night before stopped me. This time, he was angry.
"Hey! We did you a favor last night, but tonight you have to pay! You still haven't paid for your room!" I explained that I tried to pay the day before, and that I could have paid him right then, as a matter of fact. They just won't accept my cash.
At that point, he informs me that "nobody takes 200 euro bills in Spain," and that I somehow should have known that. I told him that I didn't know their policy ahead of time, and if it was that big of a deal, they they should make sure travelers know that before arriving. Not being from Spain, or Europe at all, I had no way of knowing that it was customary for them not to accept their own cash. The Urbany receptionist asked me whether businesses in America accept $100 bills. Um, yes, why not? It's cash... The best thing someone can give. The other receptionist tells him in Spanish not to do me any favors, thinking I didn't understand. After them causing this ridiculous scene at the desk in front of a bunch of other people, I had to put my foot down. It was Sunday, and the banks didn't open until Monday. They can either take my perfectly good cash, or they will be waiting until the next Morning. No, I will not be surrendering my passport as collateral. That was that.
The next day, I found out that another girl, Canadian, had gotten all of her money and her passport stolen. She had gone to the consulate to get that taken care of, which turned out to be an all day thing for her. I was talking to a second roomie about Urbany's epic bad service when a staff member walked in demanding where the Canadian girl was. We explained her problem, and we were met with attitude. "Well, she should have left the consulate and came back to make sure she checked out by 10.30!" Um, okay. There's actually way more where that came from during my 5 day stay. I just don't really want to make this blog post all about them. Long story short, the staff members were a low point.
|Meeting up with an old friend!|
The following day, I went on the free tour that they offer around the city. I totally recommend it! The guides I had were happy, eager people. I finally took some pictures and felt like I was getting to know the city better. A man from Peru invited me to his place for Peruvian food after I indicated that I wanted so,eome to go to the beach with. I would have loved to actually swim for once! Being a solo traveler does have its downsides!
|I went on one of those free tours|
I actually swam at the beach this time, and was able to be at least a little happy about the rest of my time in Barcelona. There were some low points, but I felt that I had a fundamental clash with the culture here. Aside from being told that the Catalans weren't great with customer service, I felt it was a city mainly for partying and fast romance.
I didn't leave a fan of the city.
I didn't leave a fan of the city.